I can’t take this no more
I am going crazy
I know you’re not the one
I’ll just say this

You’re just another guy
You only played with me
You’re just another guy
Don’t hurt me

Why are you doing this, say goodbye
Don’t blame me and leave
Cause you’re just another guy
Just another guy
Another broken heart for me

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"How come, it's so easy to hide things from the people around you? 

Even as you lay there, completely exposed, showing your bloody, scarred back to them - they don't care. They can't see it. Because all they see, is those things, you can do for them in exchange of something else. 

Money. 

I'm surrounded by people, who don't care about me. They come and go, and the most of them will always return, and maybe stay for a bit longer than planned. Some of them will hurt my body, some of them will just carve unforgettable, horrible memories into my head, before they throw their dirty money next to me on the bed, and leave. The most of them have families at home, wives, children, and yet they still come to see me. 

I'm disgusting, filthy. I don't even deserve anyone to care about me.

However, I wish someone would. 

I wish, that someone wouldn't just ignore what they saw on my back, someone, who would actually be able to see through this mask which is covering my face. Someone, who would see my tears, and someone who would hear my screams for help and care, and hold me protectively in their arms, while they took me away from this place. 

Why will no one take me away from here? 

Is it because, they all have someone in their life, and don't need me for anything but ? 

Even him... He has someone in his life, too... Right?

So how come that I am always so happy, whenever he comes to see me?"